CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT LimitsI believed the whimpering remained in my head, but after an age of shuffling forward with my palm pressed against Awamutu’s spine, he halted. His breath coasted over my cheek. “If I can hear you then so can they.” Rough fingers took hold of my chin and yanked it sideways. Light glowed through a narrow crack in the panelling to my left and I heard low male voices. “Do you understand?” I let my chin bob up and down in answer and Awamutu’s body turned and began its slow progression forward again. I assumed forward by the knotty bones in his spine which moved beneath my shaking hand. But for that he could have been dancing a complicated side shuffle and I’d be no wiser. I hated the tunnels with more passion than I imagined possible. Each step communicated an ache to
